Armor: I can only summon the general

Aunt Hui walked into the ward, carrying two large bags, her smile as warm as the sun outside the window.

However, behind that warm, sunny smile, Huahe also saw something else: the power of Heaven had given him a new life, and his vision had never been so sharp.

"Aunt Hui, you must be very tired carrying such heavy things all the way."

Hua He casually pulled two tissues from the bedside table, walked over to Aunt Hui, took a bag from her hand with one hand, and gently wiped the fine sweat from Aunt Hui's forehead with the tissues in the other.

"It's nothing, it's not hard at all. I'm just a nobody compared to you guys. You're the ones who are working hard. This is all I can do."

Before Aunt Hui could finish speaking, the atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

Hua He quickly turned to look at Xin Nan, his eyes questioning.

Xin Nan shook his head with a bewildered expression.

Xi Zhao seemed to have guessed something.

Qiao Shefei already knew what was going on.

As Aunt Hui spoke, she pulled out a stool from under Xi Zhao's hospital bed, placed another bag on it, and as soon as she looked up, she saw four tense faces.

"What's wrong? Why do you all look like that? I..." Aunt Hui suddenly remembered what she had just said and froze on the spot.

“Aunt Hui, you…” Hua He swallowed his words halfway through.

Xi Zhao glanced at Hua He and instantly understood his thoughts, so he asked the question that Hua He hadn't asked: "Aunt Hui, you already know?"

Aunt Hui looked at the four young men in front of her. Qiao Shefei was calm, Xin Nan seemed hesitant to speak, Xi Zhao still had a smile on his face, and Hua He had a complicated expression. If she hadn't already known what was going on, she would never have been able to associate them with the Armor Warriors.

He dares to fight monsters to the death and confront bad guys head-on, yet he's so nervous in front of a housewife like her.

'Yes, concern can cloud judgment.'

Thinking of this, Aunt Hui's face broke into a kind smile again.

"Hey, what could I possibly know? We've weathered so many storms over the years, what can you bunch of kids possibly hide from me?"

Aunt Hui turned to face Hua He, raised her hand to gently stroke his furrowed brows, and ran her fingertips through his temples to smooth his hair.

“I know you kept it from me and all of us because you were afraid I would worry. I was really scared before, afraid that you would get hurt. Aunt Hui would be heartbroken if anyone got hurt.”

Aunt Hui's voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart and be strong in front of the children.

“In the past, Aunt Hui always treated you like children, always afraid of this and that, but she overlooked your abilities and mission.”

After such a big thing happened, I suddenly realized how important it is. You're all adults now, you don't need this old woman nagging you anymore..."

"No, Aunt Hui, that's not what I meant!" Hua He felt a pang of pity and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Aunt Hui.

“I know, I know all of this. You always hide your troubles from your elders and always try to coax us with smiles and nice words.”

But Huahe, children, you must also know that I've lived for decades, and I'm not as fragile as you think.

Aunt Hui gently stroked Hua He's face, her gaze sweeping over the children's faces: Hua He in front of her, Xi Zhao lying on the hospital bed, Xin Nan in the next bed, and Dong Shan and Kun Zhong, who were still in a coma.

“You are all good children. I don’t know anything else. I only know that you are doing the right thing. I won’t bother you. I just want my children to have a hot meal and a good night’s sleep. That’s all.”

Aunt Hui's words warmed the hearts of Hua He and the others.

Hua He wanted to say something, but his mouth choked up as soon as he opened it. He quickly swallowed the words in his throat, not wanting to ruin the warm atmosphere.

Aunt Hui looked at Hua He with heartache, cupping his face in her left hand and pressing the back of her right hand against his eyes.

Feeling the warmth from the back of her hand, Aunt Hui gently shook her head and then placed the back of her left hand on Hua He's other eye.

“Huahe, Aunt Hui knows you have a heavy heart and always tend to take everything on yourself. You don’t have to be like that. If you have any worries, you can talk about them and let Xinnan and the others help you share the burden. Don’t make your life too hard.”

Then, Aunt Hui gently touched Hua He's eye socket with her fingertips, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Alright, come and eat. We were delayed quite a bit on the way here, and it'll get cold soon."

Aunt Hui reached out and took the large bag from Hua He's hand, took out the lunch boxes inside, and arranged them one by one on Xi Zhao's bedside table.

As each lunchbox was opened, the aroma of food wafted out, significantly reducing the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

Hua He turned his head and saw that Aunt Hui was making some home-style dishes, such as green pepper and dried tofu, hot and sour shredded potatoes, tomato and egg, and stir-fried celery with dried tofu.

This is just one bag; another bag of similar size is quietly placed on the stool next to it.

"I didn't go to the market today. These are all leftovers from the fridge. Please make do with them."

Qiao Shefei smelled the aroma of the food, and her stomach immediately started rumbling. She quickly walked around Xi Zhao's hospital bed, picked up the other bag that Aunt Hui had brought, and opened it.

The top few small lunchboxes still contained stir-fried home-style dishes, and below the small lunchboxes was a large food storage container.

Qiao Shefei took it out and saw that the container was full of plump cornmeal rice.

"Goo~"

Qiao Shefei swallowed hard, her hunger intensifying.

"Xiao Qiao, are you starving? Don't just stand there, hurry up and get some rice."

Aunt Hui handed over the lunchbox in her hand, and Qiao Shefei took it and saw that there were exactly eight lunchboxes in the stack.

'Didn't Aunt Hui calculate her own share?'

Thinking of this, Qiao Shefei asked in confusion, "Aunt Hui, you haven't had breakfast either, have you?"

"You guys eat first, I'm not hungry," Aunt Hui said with a smile, completely unconcerned.

"Let's eat together then. We'll talk about Dongshan and the others when they wake up."

Qiao Shefei picked up the lunchbox and started serving rice, while Hua He helped Xi Zhao sit up to prepare for the meal.

Aunt Hui put down the bag in her hand, walked to Xin Nan's side, and tried to help Xin Nan sit up.

Xin Nan struggled to get up, his hands instinctively bracing themselves on the bed. A sudden ache shot through his shoulder muscles, causing him to pause for half a second. But fearing that Aunt Hui would worry, he quickly endured the pain and sat up.

Aunt Hui hurried over to Xin Nan's bedside, picked up his pillow and placed it upright at the head of the bed so that Xin Nan could have something to lean on.

"Xin Nan, slow down. You just woke up. You need to recover for a while."

Xin Nan obediently nodded: "Okay, Aunt Hui, I understand, Aunt Hui."

This is a temporary ward that has been converted into a hospital room. There is no mobile dining table, so you can only eat by leaning against the headboard or sitting next to the bedside table.

"Come on, time to eat!" Qiao Shefei handed the lunchbox containing rice to Xin Nan.

After Xin Nan took the rice, Qiao Shefei served Aunt Hui a bowl, then gave one to Xi Zhao and Hua He, and finally served himself a large bowl, which he then ate heartily.